Shadowplay

To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you. To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you.

I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you.

In a room with a window in the corner I found truth.

In the shadowplay, acting out your own death, knowing no more. As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor.

And with cold steel, odour on their bodies made a move to connect. But I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left. I did everything, everything I wanted to. I let them use you for their own ends.

To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you. To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you.

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Es usual cada mañana, la cotidianidad en la alborada.

Amaneceres van y vienen.

Lo inusual, el monumento explayado al lado de mis avatares imperfectos.

Sucesiones, azar y conjugaciones perfectas.

Las mañanas, las tardes y el anochecer son semejantes, sin el az que conmovió las bases.

Lunes de rutina,

partida a este deambular inconvexo.